We must open our eyes.

Quick, quick look away

If we meet her eyes our hearts will melt and our emotions will have to pay.

No, no it is no business of ours

She is not our child, no matter how hungry she looks or the fact she is out all hours.

Hush , hush she is screaming again

That is not naughtiness that is real pain.

Shall we ring ..well maybe not,

Have you seen the size of  her mother’s boyfriend and his temper is hot.

Look, look she is out there again

Hardly any clothes on and it is poring with rain.

Look, look at those bruises on her legs and arms.

She is limping, look are those cigarette burns on her palms.

Why , why did we not say?

We saw the neglect get worse everyday.

We saw the violence getting worse,

We heard the boyfriend shout at her and curse.

We saw the way they both went out each night

Leaving her home, didn’t we all say that, that was not right.

OH! now that is so sad we all knew it was happening

But we said nothing and now we feel so sad.

That poor little might so small and defenseless

Last night by that brute was beaten senseless.

The ambulance came early this morning and took her away

She was dead on arrival …..isn’t that what they say.

So go one hold your heads up if you can

You all let a tiny girl’s life be taken by a shit of an excuse for a man, and a woman to weak to care for that child.

Now  she is also expecting another baby to replace her  in a short while.

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What are those tears what do they say

What is this little one here trying to say.

Is he being beaten, starved or sexually abused is hurting or has he passed pain

Has he already lost his innocence never to find it again.

Are his parents addicts to worried about their next fix

To worry about him as he plays with his bricks.

He has so few toys that these bricks are so important to him

He sleeps with them eats with them in their special tin.

The floor is dirty and littered with muck

And there are discarded needles which his thin little legs have already pierced and stuck.

No food in the fridge and the cupboards are bare

He is thirsty and hungry  but his parents no longer have the will to care.

Sometimes he finds his way out of doors

And goes through the rubbish risking rats and cats claws.

He just might strike lucky and find some food

Then he will drink from a puddle , yes this does sound crude!

If they find him it will be too late,

Hunger, neglect and needles sticks have decided his fate.

They will say he is feral the poor little soul

Who knows nothing of being loved and cradled against the cold.

Can  this happen how can this be true……….

Yes it does all around us , yes I am telling you true.

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Two more poems I have written  for Child Abuse Awareness Month.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. hollyannegetspoetic
    Apr 22, 2012 @ 23:22:39

    So sad, so true. Breaks your heart doesn’t it…

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Apr 23, 2012 @ 07:54:06

      OH! yes Holly it does break my heart. When I decided to write a poem a day for the rest of CAA month, just over a fortnight ago I did not realize how daunting it would become. How much horror I would have to plough through! This is barely scratching the surface I shall be so relieved when May is here and I can write something silly!!

      Reply

  2. simon7banks
    Apr 23, 2012 @ 07:25:52

    “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing” – attributed to Edmund Burke.

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Apr 23, 2012 @ 07:56:17

      Yes that is so very true and it has been bouncing around the the either a lot lately! I am trying and you are hearing we are doing something! But yes the poems where along those lines. Thank you for commenting!

      Reply

  3. kate58
    Apr 23, 2012 @ 16:10:32

    And when you think of all the women who want kids and can’t have them….

    Reply

  4. granbee
    Apr 27, 2012 @ 17:02:12

    Very proper admonition to us all to be aware and STAND UP and SPEAK OUT for the defenseless little ones. I had a neighboring, beer-guzzling dad yell at me last week for sending his son home who was repeatedly injuring himself improperly operating a four-wheeler across the street from my home–no parents in sight, of course! This dad later had a talking-to by our police chief and mayor!

    Reply

  5. secretangel
    Mar 05, 2014 @ 01:48:38

    So sad but so true. It just breaks my heart to think of children suffering like this at the hands of those who should be protecting them. Thanks for sharing.

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Mar 05, 2014 @ 07:08:37

      Yes these are the things we choose not to see but sadly it often going on under our noses we must open our eyes and hearts
      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Be blessed xxx

      Reply

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